There is nothing to describe about the auction.

It's roughly the same as everyone knows.

At most, it is in the lot, which is more abundant, and the level is also higher.

Some of the better lots can even be worth as much as an untapped world with a high ceiling.

And the general lot is just some ornamental curiosity.

Importantly, this brought a wave of quick money to Feng Linwan.

At the same time, it also kicked off a prelude to the upcoming event.

It's been some time since Zhanafu came to the ancestral star.

Although the power of the galaxy civilization is desirable, Zhanafu has never forgotten his homeland, the world that gave birth to him, the red flowers in his hometown, and the purple-red rift that will always hang in the sky.

But my hometown is on the other side of the memory, and it seems that I can go back at any time.

But it has always become a wound that cannot be touched.

His hometown has been shattered, and only a very small number of refugees have arrived at the ancestral star and the great galactic civilization along the passage of time and space.

Refugees once came together to deduce the cause of the world's demise.

Some people believe that it is the natural replacement of the universe, and that the world also rises and falls, lives and dies.

There are also those who believe that it is the battle of the strong that has caused the ripples, and their hometown, which happens to be stuck in that crucial position, is torn apart by the aftermath of power.

But as time passed, Zhanafu gradually changed from unspeakable anger to an indifferent sadness, and he began to think that these speculations and inferences were meaningless.

What about finding the cause of the destruction of the homeland?

They have become a group of orphans who can never return home, refugees in exile in the galaxy, and a group of lonely ghosts who don't even have their hometown.

Perhaps at the beginning, along with their homeland, those compatriots who stepped into eternal silence.

They're the ones who are truly happy!

For the dead can sleep in peace, but the living must always remember.

When Feng Linwan held a folk song conference before.

Zhanafu and his remnants of his clan did not attend.

How can people who don't even have their hometown still be able to bear homesickness?

And this time, Feng Linwan held the 'Billions of Stars, Only Homeland' event, and Zhanafu actually didn't want to participate.

But the hometown is no more, and life has to go on.

He was given a ticket to the event, hired as a 'professional' spectator, had to enter the park at a specific time, and then created a visual effect of a shard-to-get, congested crowd.

After all, for most people, even if they know that it is a routine, they still buy up and not down.

With the congested crowd, the excitement and yearning on Zhanafu's face gradually converged.

The indifference in his eyes is the real background color of his heart.

Surrounded by all kinds of people from other worlds, some of them really came to the park, nostalgic for their homeland, looking for comfort.

But there are also quite a few people, like Zhanafu, who belong to the hired 'audience'.

They are responsible for stirring up the atmosphere.

Zhanafu also knew that there were some people who were paid a higher level and were responsible for making trouble at the meeting, loudly scolding the organizers for not issuing enough tickets, which prevented them from entering the park.

Then they will be beaten away by the guards who have already laid an ambush.

For many people from other worlds, tickets to the park are limited and a limited number of tickets can be distributed.

But for the majority of native species, not only the ticket price is lower, but also there is never a limit to purchase... It seems to be a small park, but in fact, it can complete a huge flow of people.

Again, everything... It's all just hype.

One depreciation, one lift, can satisfy the originally proud native species, their psychological pride.

And many people are willing to pay for this pride.

It's like a commodity, which is first touted as reliable and powerful, and then restricts foreign purchases and raises prices. Internally, it is to adopt the strategy of parity and sufficient supply.

In fact, it is the same as the export to domestic sales, the flowers outside the wall and the fragrance inside the wall.

With the surge of people, there was a three-hour congestion queue... Deliberately caused congestion, of course.

At a time when many real tourists complained about the organizers, finally a large number of spectators completely entered the distance.

Along with the signals emitted by the bracelets worn by individuals, people from different origins are transmitted into different areas.

Zhanafu looked at the purple-red crack that hung far away in the sky, and his lips trembled slightly.

But he still shook his head gloomily.

However, a faint, familiar and distant scent of flowers came secretly.

Zhanafu's complexion changed slightly, and he followed the fragrance of flowers to trace the past.

It was a sea of red flowers, special, butterfly-shaped petals, swaying and dancing in the wind, like a large field of red butterflies, beckoning the glow and light of the sky.

In the distance, the singing of children was heard, babbling.

"My hometown! ”

"Where are the most beautiful lakes? ”

"My hometown! is the clear Lake Sacra. ”

"The fish and shrimp in the lake are sweet and fatty. ”

"My hometown! ”

"The forest is full of vegetation and treasures... ”

Zhanafu suddenly covered his cheeks with both hands.

Tears penetrated the cracks of the fingertips and sprinkled on the soil, which seemed to be their homeland.

He lay on the ground and wept, kissing the earth with his mouth and sniffing the scent of the earth.

The familiar smell of Minmin's sheep feces stained with dirt made it difficult for Zhanafu to control himself.

It used to be the taste of his countless dreams, but he began to forget in reality.

"Is this real, or is it a dream?"

Even if it is fake, he is willing to indulge in such a dream, he is willing to die here, embracing the temperature of the world, as if returning to his mother's arms.

There are many, many people from the other world who have the same feeling as Zhanafu.

They saw distant or extinct lands, and they saw the countless midnight dreams, and the people who appeared in the dreams still had songs.

They were all drunk and did not want to wake up.

"Are these all true?" Lu Qinglu stood beside Feng Linwan, and it was rare to see her speak so warmly, without any trace of driving.

But she is real at the moment, more real than ever.

"Who knows? At the heart of the entire campus is a very large virtual-real converter. It is one of the top products in philosophical technology, which can theoretically turn any fantasy into reality. Feng Linwan did not answer this question directly.

Even he couldn't explain this core scientific creation of the Galactic Age.

After all, practice and science are two different directions, interpreting the universe from different perspectives.

Even a tenth-level powerhouse can't achieve a complete and thorough balance.

"But I guess it doesn't matter to them!"

"When I see my homeland, I have no regrets in my heart. Feng Linwan said.

At the same time, a stone monument buried in the center of the park is emitting a glowing white light.

And those galaxy native species, after they entered the park, they saw a different picture.